2013
e lake, looking like black, deformed fingers stretching over the surface. With every gust of air, a whirlwind of red and orang aves would fly up into the air. Instinctively I held the black coat closer to my chest, but I didn’t feel the cool breeze and the clung to my tearstained cheeks. In fact, I felt nothing at all. I kicked off my black shoes and stripped myself of the black coa hivered, but it didn’t register in my mind as cold. I continued to feel empty and I was desperate. Slowly I began stepping in
Inscape
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